I forgot to mention the bird outside my hotel room. Four days of relentless screeching like a cricket into a microphone. All morning and night it chirps without a break. This would be a good torture tactic.

"… Leave my loneliness unbroken!— quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door! …And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting…”